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Enter Luke, in Daala's office.
Enter Daala.
Daala. You know what to do, Master Skywalker.
Luke takes the blood stylus, carving "I must not tell lies" into his hand. As he writes, he tries to see the keeper tryouts through the viewport: Tahiri Veila scores twice in a few seconds against a very poor candidate.
Luke. [aside] I hope that wasn't you, Han.
Luke writes, continuing to look up when he can: The third candidate is fair, the fourth is terrible, the fifth dodges a dovin basal exceptionally well but then fumbles an easy save. As nightfall approaches, Luke is unable to see much more.
Daala. Let's see if you've got the message yet, shall we?
As Daala touches Luke's hand, his scar sears with pain. Luke winces.
Yes, it hurts, doesn't it? Well, I think I've made my point, Master Skywalker. You may go.
Exit Daala.
Luke hastily leaves the room.
Luke. [aside] Stay calm. Stay calm. It doesn't necessarily mean what you think it means. . . . [to Kara] Dagoban gnarltree.
Luke enters the Revan Tower, coming in on a celebration.
Enter Han, with a goblet of juri juice.
Han. Luke. I did it; I'm in. I'm keeper.
Luke. What? Oh - brilliant.
Han. Have a juri juice. I can't believe it . . . [looks around] Where has Leia gone?
Enter Phanan and Face, also with juri juice.
Phanan. She's there.
Enter Leia, asleep in an armchair.
Han. Well, she said she was pleased when I told her.
Face. Let her sleep.
Before long, Phanan and Face are surrounded by first years, testing their products.
Enter Tahiri Veila.
Tahiri. Come here, Han, and see if Tycho's old robes fit you. We can take off his name and put yours on instead. . . .
Exit Han and Tahiri.
Enter Dia.
Dia. Sorry I was a bit short with you earlier, Skywalker. It is stressful, this managing shavit. I am starting to think I was a bit hard on Tycho sometimes.
Dia glances at Han and frowns.
Look, I know he is your friend, but he is not fabulous. I think with a bit of training he will be all right, though. He comes from a family of good smashball players. I am counting on his turning out to have a bit more talent than he showed today, to be honest. Seha Dorvald and Doran Tainer both flew better this evening, but Tainer is a real whiner; he is always moaning about something or other. And Seha is involved in all sorts of societies. She admitted herself that if training clashed with her Force Club she'd put the Force first. Anyway, we are having a practice session at fourteen hundred hours tomorrow, so just make sure you are there this time. And do me a favor and help Han as much as you can, okay?
Luke nods.
Dia walks over to Shalla Nelprin; Luke walks over to Leia.
Leia. Oh, Luke, it's you. Good about Han, isn't it? [yawns] I'm just so . . . so . . . so tired. I was up until one hundred hours making more hats. They're disappearing like Stennes Shifters.
Luke. Great. Listen, Leia, I was just up in Daala's office and she touched my arm. . . . [explains]
Leia. You're worried the Emperor's controlling her like he controlled Piett.
Luke. Well, it's a possibility, isn't it?
Leia. I suppose so. But I don't think he can be possessing her the way he possessed Piett. I mean, he's properly alive again now, isn't he? He's got his own body; he wouldn't need to share someone else's. He could have her under Affect Mind, I suppose. . . . But last year your scar hurt when nobody was touching you, and didn't Yoda say it had to do with what the Emperor was feeling at the time? I mean, maybe this hasn't got anything to do with Daala at all; maybe it's just coincidence it happened while you were with her?
Luke. She's evil, twisted.
Leia. She's horrible, yes. But . . . Luke. I think you ought to tell Yoda your scar hurt.
Luke. I'm not bothering him with this. Like you just said, it's not a big deal. It's been hurting on and off all summer; it was just a bit worse tonight, that's all.
Leia. Luke. I'm sure Yoda would want to be bothered by this. . . .
Luke. Yeah, that's the only bit of me Yoda cares about, isn't it, my scar?
Leia. Don't say that; it's not true.
Luke. I think I'll write and tell Ben about it, see what he thinks. . . .
Leia. Luke. You can't put something like that in a hololetter. Don't you remember? Bel Iblis told us to be careful what we put in writing. We just can't guarantee astrodroids aren't being intercepted anymore.
Luke. All right, all right, I won't tell him, then. I'm going to bed. Tell Han for me, will you?
Leia. Oh, no. If you're going, that means I can go too, without being rude. I'm absolutely exhausted and I want to make some more hats tomorrow. Listen, you can help me if you like - it's quite fun; I'm getting better. I can do patterns and bobbles and all sorts of things now.
Luke. Er . . . no, I don't think I will, thanks. Er - not tomorrow. I've got loads of homework to do. . . .
Leia looks disappointed.
Exit all.